Page 5 of Where the Dark Knelt
If thatwasn’t enough, he had a little strand of hair in the front that kept falling forward. It was as if God gave it to him for the exact purpose of attracting someone to sweep it back into place. I checked myself when I imagined how it would feel to run my fingers through it or pull his hair into my fist at the nape of his neck.
Unsure of the effect he was having on me and whether it was his tone, like the taste of melted chocolate when he sang, or how incredibly sensual he looked, I stood staring in silence. His voice gave me goose bumps and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. He made my scalp tingle as the full effect of this man and his voice hit me.
Suddenly, I found myself visualizing how he’d look naked. The mental image in my mind’s eye was sensational, and an involuntary smile crept over my face, which made me blush and feel perverted to have thought such a thing.
Oblivious to me, he sat absorbed in his work, composing his music, and trying to lay the melody over it. His head was still bent forward, eyes closed, as he strummed away on his guitar with his strong, smooth, veiny hands and long fingers.
His guitarlooked like an extension of him, just like my mine does, and I wondered if he’d been playing it since he was little.
Sitting down on the grass, I leaned back on my oversizedbag, and continued to watch him intently. I had never spent this much time just staring at a man before, but he was irresistible to look at, and I indulged in the guilty pleasure, soaking up every delicious inch of him.
Still struggling with some lyrics, he played the melody over and over, trying to make it fit with the words of his song. Listening patiently, I was enthralled by him as he tried to find the right line. He was an incredibly hot guy and I could have happily sat there watching him all day long.
Lyrically, the song content wasabout making love, but the words weren’t crude, they were clever and well chosen, but the inferences were there all the same. Or maybe it was just my mind that was interpreting his words that way, since my knowledge had been broadened with my new sexual experience with Sam.
Inspiration struck and I had an idea forthe perfect line for his song. I didn’t want to interrupt his artistic flow, but I felt compelled that the line needed to be there.
He stopped playing, then bangedthe side of his guitar hard, while his jaw flexed tensely. He lifted his head and stared straight at me. Our eyes connected briefly, and a shocking pang of desire surged through me when the twinkle in his hazel eyes met mine. I felt like I’d been hit by a lightning bolt—my heart raced, while his gaze locked into mine, it was as if he could see my soul.
I found him even more attractive when he looked like he wasgoing to burst with frustration as each line he tried didn’t quite gel with the song, and he looked seriously agitated about it.
Thinking he was going to speak to me, I inhaled a deep breath, but he shook his head and broke our gaze. Looking back down at his journal, he scratched out the words he had written.
Chapter Three
SEXUAL TENSION
Anger only made him appear more attractive. He looked so sexy and it was hypnotic to watch.I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. In fact, at that point, I would have rather had my eyes gouged out with a screwdriver than look anywhere else.
Clearing my throat, for no other reason than the sight of him had given me a lump there, made him look up again. He seemed to stare directly into my eyes.I felt my cheeks flush as I saw the full effect of how hot he was.
My reaction to him was like nothing I’d ever experienced, and he hadn’t even spoken to me. He oozed sex appeal in a rock star kind of way. I’d seen guys like him before, full of charm and seriously hot, and could only imagine his lap getting plenty of bottoms volunteering to sit on it.
Handsomein the extreme, the guy in front of me was the kind of man that women lost all self-control over. Previously, I would have given a man like him a wide berth, but in his case, I thought I could probably re-evaluate my boundaries.
Droppingbackward, he lay flat on the grass and stretched out, splaying his hands high above his head. Ifought the urge to get up from where I was sitting to cover his body with mine.
He still didn’t engage with me, and I began to feel uncomfortable sitting there watching him, especially when he’d stopped playing.
I was almost tempted tomove away, but the sight of him lying there in his faded jeans that were hugging the contours of his muscular legs made it impossible for me to drag myself away. So I sat in silence instead, taking in the sight of him.
He was wearing a black Fender T-shirt which clung to his chest. It had ridden up as he stretched out, exposing his abdomen. It showed just enough flesh for me to see the bottom contours of his ab muscles and a lean muscular body.
There was also a hard ridge of V-shaped muscles disappearing into the hips of his low-rise waistband. As his arms rose, he laced his fingers and flexed his palms outwards. His movement flexed his hips upward as well. I could almost feel what he felt in his bones.
Thatstretch was one I did regularly, when I’d played a long set and my fingers were cramped after working over the neck of my guitar.
Movement of his hips flexing caught my eye and drew my attention down his front to his groin. The tiny upward thrust he made was so sexy, and I felt a wet spot between my legs.My eyes flicked up as he brought his arms forward and down the front of his body, and I followed them again until I realized I was now staring at the bulge in his pants where they had landed. This was my second glance there, andI couldn’t miss the bulge at the fly of his jeans.
Staring, I wondered if his cock was comfortable in those ridiculously tight jeans. I was curious as to how he’d managed to tuck his package in there in the first place. Blushing like crazy again when I realized what I was thinking, I hoped he had no idea what made my cheeks stain red.
He leaned uponto his elbow on one side, and he seemed to have caught me watching him.Fuck!I smiled and realized that this could be mistaken for me smiling at what I’d been looking at. The situation was getting worse by the minute.
I peered up and shuddered at my thought processes about him, and his eyes met mine. He was looking at me as if he’d only just registered my presence, and it appeared he was checking me out.
His eyes rakedup slowly from my feet to my face. When he was done, he raised an eyebrow at me, and gave me a lopsided grin. I thought then he knew what I’d been thinking, and I felt myself flush again.
“Hey,”he cooed. His voice sounded like soft velvet, chocolate, and fluffy clouds as it rolled off his tongue. A low, mellow tone, hinted at a little humor, and it turned me on.
